Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.